A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter! I reached 200 reviews! Woah! Yaay!
One Month Later
Ziva stood in front of her mirror, and inspected the dress. It was a blue silk halter neck and the skirt was covered in blue gauzy material shot through with a reddish color that you could see when she turned.
"Beautiful. My sister is growing up." Ari said, and Ziva turned in surprise to see him leaning against the doorframe. She glared at him, but then she smiled.
"Thank you. You do not look so bad yourself." She complimented him, and Ari glanced down at his suit. The jacket and suit pants were black, while the shirt was white. His cravat was red to match the dress Kate was going to wear. When Ziva, Kate and Abby had gone dress shopping, they'd picked cravats and ties that matched their dresses for the boys to wear, and promptly presented their dates with the ties when they returned to Ari and Ziva's house after.
"Toda raba, Zaya." Ziva sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled on her shoes. They were black strappy sandals, heels of about three inches and decorated with faux diamonds. She did up the straps, while Ari sat next to her and put the necklace that had been on the dressing table around her neck.
Toda raba: Thank you very much.
"Toda." Ziva said, as he attached the clasp together. He let her hair fall down her back again. It was half up, curled, and in Ziva's hair more diamante clasps were hiding. The part that was up was held in place by clips and hair spray, and Ziva thought it was probably the most time she'd ever spent on her hair before. Her hairdresser (Kate's, actually) had spent over an hour on it, and Ziva herself had spent twenty dollars. Which apparently wasn't that much.
Toda: Thank you.
There was a knock on the front door and Ziva ran to the open window and looked out.
"It's Tony!" She said, smiling. "It's time!"
Ari got up from where he was sitting, and walked out of Ziva's room after grabbing a small present that was sitting on Ziva's dresser. She wondered what it was, and how happy Kate would be to receive it.
Ziva followed, and picked up her small handbag that held the necessities; it held a small penknife, some cash and her cell phone. It also held the small flower that she had purchased especially for the esteemed button-hole of Tony's suit jacket.
Ari opened the door, and smiled at Tony.
"Shalom, Ari." Tony said, greeting the older boy.
"Good evening, Tony." Ari said, and Tony looked up to the stairs and his jaw dropped. Ari turned too, and smiled as he saw Ziva walking down the stairs.
To Ari, Ziva was just his sister, beautiful for the night to come.
To Tony, Ziva was an angelic vision.
"Shalom, Tony." Ziva said, smirking, as she saw how Tony's gaze hovered over her.
"Hey to you too." He said, and as she approached the front door, he pulled her forward and kissed her.
"Get a room, please." Ari joked, and Tony let go of Ziva, who smacked her big brother in the arm.
"Over protective, yes?" Ziva complained, and Ari squeezed her around the shoulders.
"Joking, Zaya, only joking." Ziva took Tony's proffered arm, and walked down the steps toward the black limousine they had hired for the night. Ari followed, and they all got in the limo. Abby, McGee and Abby were already comfortable in the plush seating. Ziva air kissed Abby's cheeks, and air kissed McGee's right cheek.
"Shalom, Abby. Shalom, McGee." She leaned over and air kissed both of Kate's cheeks. "Shalom, Kate."
"Shalom, Ziva." Kate replied, and then leaned over and kissed Ari on the lips. "Shalom, Ari."
"Caitlin." Ari bowed his head slightly. Ten minutes and two cocktails later, the limousine pulled up outside the large hall where senior prom was being held. Ari escorted Kate, McGee escorted Abby and Tony escorted Ziva.
Abby's dress was a mini, strapless black number, with gauzy mesh under the skirt to give it volume. Kate's dress was more demure as it swept the floor. Like Ziva's it was halter neck, but combating the demureness of its length, it was a stand-out scarlet. The three couples were sure to be the talk of the town by the time the night was out.
As they walked through an arch with flowers and ivy garlanded around it, they posed for their photographs. Tony pulled Ziva into him, and pressed his lips to her hair as the camera flashed. Ari and Kate's pose was a little sweeter, while Abby did a more 'rockstar' pose while behind her McGee held her around her waist.
As they walked into the hall, Abby hissed to the others, "They are so going on Facebook!"
Twenty minutes later, McGee, Tony and Ari found themselves being dragged onto the dance floor by the girls to dance to Poker Face by Lady GaGa. Soon, most people had actually cleared the dance floor to watch their performance, and a few people were even filming them, although most cameras were fixated on Tony and Ziva, whose moves were both sexy and good dance moves.
Someone wolf whistled as Ziva shimmied to the ground and then bounced back up, smirking.
Later in the night, people watched them dance more romantically.
I've got sunshine
On a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside,
I've got the month of May.
Ziva's arms were around Tony's neck, and his arms encircled her tiny waist.
Well, I guess you'll say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl. (My girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl. (My girl)
Ari and Kate swayed together, Kate's head on Ari's shoulder.
I've got so much honey
The bees envy me.
I've got a sweeter song
Than the birds in the trees.
McGee's hand rested gently on Abby's waist, pulling her into him, while Abby's hands were on his shoulders.
Well, I guess you'll say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl. (My girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl. (My girl)
"My girl." Tony whispered in Ziva's ear, and she chuckled softly.
I don't need no money,
Fortune or fame.
I've got all the riches, baby,
One man can claim.
"I get you." McGee said happily into Abby's ear, and she hugged him to her tightly.
Well, I guess you'll say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl. (My girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl. (My girl)
"I am glad you are mine." Ari whispered to Kate, and kissed her hair as they swayed to the music.
Talkin' bout my girl.
I've got sunshine on cloudy day
With my girl.
I've even got the month of May
With my girl.
The song drew to a close, and the couples dispersed as began to leave, as it was the final song of the evening. As a group, the six walked toward the door and out into the cool night air.
"That was my favorite prom ever." McGee stated.
"You never went to any other proms." Tony reminded him, and McGee frowned.
"I went to prom in middle… Oh, yeah." McGee stopped as he remembered.
"You didn't go because you had no date!" Tony taunted.
"I'd have been your date if I'd been at the school." Abby revealed. "I know! Tony could have-"
"I am not taking McGee to prom!" Tony exclaimed, staring wide eyed at Abby.
"I was going to say why didn't you find McGee a date." Abby laughed. "But, if you're that way inclined…"
"Abby!" Tony let go of Ziva and picked Abby up, who was giggling, and carried her over to the limousine and dumped her inside on the seats. "Now, behave."
"Not possible." McGee said, as he sat next to Abby in the back.
"Now, who's spending the night with whom?" Tony asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively at Ziva.
"I'm staying with McGee." Abby said, as Gibbs told her he didn't want to have to limit what she wanted to do after prom. Then he had added, 'be careful.' She guessed it was the closest Gibbs had ever got to, and would ever get to a sex talk.
"I am staying with Kate." Ari added, pulling the Californian girl closer to him.
"I guess that leaves me and you in an empty house." Tony smirked at Ziva.
A/N: Ach, prom. Never been to one myself, but you know. A girl can dream [yum, slow dance with Tony]. My mate says I fancy the 'fit Polish guy', AKA Mariusz Fyrstenberg. Kocham go, kocham Mariusz(L)
The song was 'My Girl' by The Temptations.
Musisz miłości dopasowania polskiego tenisa graczy! [We all love the fit Polish tennis players.]
Next chapter will be Tiva, and possibly graduation if I need to fill it with something else. I think they'd have graduation then… I don't really know. Ah well.
Dziewczyna może marzenie powolny taniec z Tony DiNozzo i Mariusz Fyrstenberg, tak?
[A girl can dream of slow dancing with Tony DiNozzo and Mariusz Fyrstenberg, yes?]
See? You learn Polish with me, so keep reading! I wish I was fluent in Polish, seeing as that's where I come from… Oops.